"Is this woman really a Taoist priest?"
Uncle Jiu and Russell quietly poked their heads out next to a newspaper. He looked at the preacher woman walking out of the Seven Sisters Church opposite with a look of suspicion on his face.
He looked at the woman and found that she had no magical power at all and was no different from ordinary people.
If you insist there is one.
In other words, he was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, which looked weird and it was hard to tell which family it belonged to.
Not only does it not have any special sect symbol, but it also looks like a patchwork of pieces from here and there.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a powerful Taoist priest, but rather a charlatan.
Is business so good here
"Master, there are all kinds of people here. Without the dragon energy to suppress it, it is very chaotic. There are many evil spirits and monsters. With a large flow of people, there will naturally be more monsters and demons."
Russell pointed to a large section of the newspaper about supernatural pursuits and said, "The market is big, so there is a lot of demand. There are few Taoists, and the profits are huge, so there are more scammers like her."
At that time, Hong Kong was still under the control of the British, and its economy was not the best. Few capable and righteous people were willing to survive in a place managed by other countries.
Unless they are those who have evil ways and really can't survive in the mainland.
Because this is a wild land, this is the confidence that has been in the bones of the Chinese people for five thousand years, a lofty confidence.
This kind of self-confidence reached its peak twenty years later and gradually declined. It was no longer the land of abundance and was surrounded by the arrogance of barbarians.
Uncle Jiu naturally didn’t know the future, nor did he know Russell’s feelings. He now had only one goal.
The New Year is coming soon, make money quickly!
In this bustling big city, if he wants to gain a foothold and if he and his father don't want to go hungry, he has no time to talk nonsense or dreams. He just wants to make money!
"Walk."
Uncle Jiu stood up straight away, and the two of them followed behind the people of the Seven Sisters Hall from a distance. The head of the Seven Sisters Hall was called Zhong Jun, a strange name, like a man.
The group walked further and further away, and came directly to a dilapidated house. If it was properly maintained, it could still be seen as a prosperous place in the past.
In this place where every inch of land is valuable, it takes considerable strength to be able to afford a villa here.
“This house is a little bit unusual!”
Uncle Jiu stared at the deserted house filled with dark air and a little red light. He was extremely surprised and naturally knew that things were not that simple.
He stretched out his fingers and began to calculate. After figuring out some information, his expression instantly became respectful. "It turns out to be the heroic spirit who fought against the Japanese invaders."
Some people are alive but already dead.
Some people are dead, but they are still alive, and their faith still exists.
The group of people wandering around in those dilapidated houses in front of us are just like this. Even if they die, their faith remains firm and they want to kill the devils and protect the safety of the people.
"well!"
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh, "After they leave, we will go in and help them reincarnate."
Zhong Jun has no magical powers and is a charlatan who pretends to be a god. Naturally, he has no way of sending these heroic souls to reincarnation.
He no longer planned to charge any money. He admired heroic souls like these the most, and he wanted to help them reincarnate for free.
"No!"
Russell shook his head. "If we send them to reincarnate, they will be just like normal people, nothing special."
Fighting the Japs, from the perspective of Heaven, is still just killing, there is no reward, and it may even have consequences.
But to Russell, these people are heroic souls who did not see a bright future when they were alive, so they must be treated leniently after their death.
"I plan to reopen the City God Temple and incorporate the entire Hong Kong into my territory. Then these heroic souls can help me do things and earn a lot of merit, so that they can be reborn into a wealthy family in their next life!"
If someone is killed, no matter which side they are from, they will be treated equally in the underworld. Russell will keep them under his command first, take advantage of an opportunity, and let them earn merits and good deeds, so that they can suffer less in the underworld.
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "That's good, let's do what we can."
After saying this, he couldn't help but sigh. There are so many heroic souls like this. I don't know whose father this is, and I don't know whose son this is. Alas...
The two remained silent. Uncle Jiu was powerless at the time. In that time of turmoil, being able to maintain the peace of a town required a lot of effort.
But Russell was in the Eighteenth Heaven at that time, which was very far away.
Just then, there was a movement in the villa in the distance, and a large group of people ran out of the house screaming.
"There's a ghost!"
It was those Seven Sisters Hall charlatans and a bunch of panicked reporters with cameras.
They originally came to record Zhong Jun's great power, but the ghost in the villa was not subdued, but chased them from behind.
That horrible figure and that ferocious face are so scary.
"Master, this is a great opportunity. Show off your skills while the reporters are here."
Russell's eyes suddenly lit up. He was just worrying about how to promote his product without catching any suckers.
You can't let him, the City God, go and steal things from other people, right
I really hope there is a rich woman with soft big breasts, fair skin, beautiful face and long legs to support me!
I don’t mind if there are ten or eight of them. I have a good attitude and a good body, so I can withstand this kind of hardship!
Uncle Jiu slapped the railing in front of him, leaped into the air, made a few light steps in the air, and landed handsomely in front of everyone.
With a wave of his sleeves, accompanied by the sound of music coming from somewhere, a breeze blew by, and a sense of righteousness emerged spontaneously.
Looking at Uncle Jiu's face, everyone felt a sense of security unconsciously, and their little eyes were full of anticipation.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!"
Uncle Jiu clasped his fist respectfully towards these heroic souls, then his sleeves fluttered and a yellow scarf flew out, spinning in the air and covering the heads of many heroic souls.
The faint yellow light directly froze the bodies of many heroic souls.
He slowly withdrew his hand and explained to the heroic souls, "My fellow heroes, the devils have surrendered. We have won the victory!"
Those heroic souls looked at each other, and saw that the people's attire and voices did not sound like those of the Japs. At this time, they gradually discovered something strange, and then they suddenly realized that they were actually dead.
The people hiding in the corner watched Uncle Jiu just casually wave his hand and talk to himself, and their original sense of security was instantly gone.
They discussed carefully, and there was no lack of doubt in their words.
After all, just now the leader of the Seven Sisters Hall, Zhong Jun, swore that he had the ability, but in the end they were chased by ghosts.
At this moment, Russell poked his head out from behind the crowd with a smile and handed over a mirror.
A white light flashed, and everyone immediately saw the heroic souls standing in neat rows in the mirror, as well as Uncle Nine chatting with the heroic souls. They gasped in fright.
Uncle Jiu, this person is easy to get along with and can be relied on at critical moments. He is amazing!